This is a song about "Mat jake"

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,